fuckin wit me i'll take your bones and put em into BUNCHES your ribs are hurtin by the amazing power of my PUNCHES/I PACK HEAVY NINES to WEARY THIS BITCH WEARY MIND HE CALL HIS VERSE A FREE''STYLE CUZ HE JACKED EVERY LINE/i know how this BITCH his,he the type to fuck his mother and ADMIT IT he probally watch his parents fuck and chew the RUBBER WHEN THEY FINISHED/WITH A RED BEAM 'LASER' THATS POINTED AT YOUR SWOLLEN 'TEMPLE'//
I DONT NEED WEAPONS...ILL KILL YOUR ANTORAGE WITH MY LYRICAL 'PENCIL'//
YOUR 'OVER'-RATED...THE 'UNDER'DAWG WILL WIN...SUMTHIN THAT YOU CANT 'PROTECT'//
YOUR QUEER...YOU LOOK AT MEN AND YOUR NIPLES GET 'ERECT'// Stop!, Before I MELT-THIS-KID And Leave WELTS-AND-SHIT, HaHa Battlin WArPlay Wont HELP YA FUCKIN-WINS!!! You Took A Swing At WAR And I FELT-DA-WIND, But Dont TRY-IT-AGAIN, Jus SMILE-AND-GRIN And Know You Couldnt Keep Ya Winnin Streak Alive If You Tried TO BUY-DA-WIN!!!/WAIT IM NOT DONE
Im BLATENT-WIT-MY-HITS, Im So 'Hot' Even SATAN-WILL-INSIST!!! Your RATING-WILL-DELIST/
Your lyrics show you aint DEFINED-A-GENIUS// Still "Dick Rydin?" I see more meat on that UNCERCUMSIZED-PENIS//ONE